Matthew Morgan

Leaves Never Lie

I sail through the wind, full of anticipation and joy.Landing with a thud, I do a somersault and crash on my back.The dead sticks snap under me as the leaves grind in my mouth.I roll over and run up the hill, my sneakers filling with loose gravel and sand as the leaves cascade around me, growing ever thinner and more spread out.I mount the hill hoping that the pile will remain intact for just one more jump.

In ordered piles I rake the leaves, bending over to scoop them up, and ca